Day in Highlights
Walk, walk, fashion, baby.
Friday morning Peter Som reminded me why bermuda shorts are so great and furthered the underlying fascination by essentially debunking their shapely, somewhat shorter nature and dropping them down to waist line, creating the magical illusion that should you wear them, you’ve got no ass.
With a combination of hair streaks (see: My Little Pony goes ready-to-wear,) and net head pieces, the often feminine silhouettes (see: this seasons embellished pointed collars and the brocade at left,) met this dimensional new zone: yes, it was a punk rock tea party and your favorite childhood unicorn was invited. Tabitha Simmons provided the footwear which I would imagine is why they resonated so well–that and the three inch heel. You see, things are happening. Longer hemlines, shorter heels, messy hair and natural faces. Fashion is taking a turn for the utilitarian.
Meanwhile, yesterday at Prabal Gurung, a very long runway at Pier 57 catered to visual over stimulation of the highest regard–five models stampeding in linear formation down the runway to a photo pit. So that’s what a marathon of perfect women look like. Joan Smalls opened the show, Casadei provided the killer footwear and as for the clothes: flimsier dresses worn over structured pants, layered looks that when decompartmentalized told stories for days and a ruffle overload…
Yes, it seems the common denominator at much of this fashion week is the resounding noise of wearability. Additional notes: Prabal Gurung always manages to snag the best soundtrack to swim along with his collection. And as for the after party, karaoke, baby. Karaoke.
Prabal started my Saturday, Altuzarra ended it. On a more remote side of town, the very highly anticipated subsequent antidote to February’s debut of majestic Morrocan nights finds itself on a journey to self discovery. In an androgynous introduction to show, the large, packed room at Industria Studios sat baited breath waiting to see where the layered stripes, skirt suits in new prints and inklings of gold tassels would go.
It was ultimately to a cross between Gypsy treasure market and Bollywood queen instigated by the flapping tassels. This, it seems, has been the most fantastically frivolous, editorial collection of New York Fashion Week. A testament to authentic fashion (for, you guessed it, the sake of fashion), style, and creativity. And as for those boots…